Soft Socks

On a crisp, cool morning this week, I went to my drawer to pull out black socks to wear. I pulled out one pair.  I put it back thinking, "I want the soft ones."

My mind echoed the thought, "I want the soft ones." I immediately was back in Rwanda with my sweet Maria.  I had bought her socks at her school.  I purchased 3 pair, and asked the staff if that was a normal amount of socks to have. For, I wanted her to have all the socks she could use, but at the same time I didn't want to cause her jealousy issues with friends, or neighbors.  The staff assured me that was a good amount.

Socks. I drove to work, and the whole way I was grateful for socks. I thought about the many children and adults I've met in Rwanda who didn't have shoes, let alone socks. And, I wanted the "soft socks."

I was so grateful for my soft socks, and for all my socks.  They are gifts from God; His provision for me.

I am blessed, and those blessings aren't for me to hold onto myself.  I get to be a vehicle for God to work in and through me. I'll be asking my other 2 sponsored girls if they need socks.

Is there anyone that you can give some "socks" to today?

Love to you!